Reborn

Atlas Grayson returns to Daoda city after 17 years of living in the mountains. He lost most of his memory. Came back to Daoda city as a son-in-law. People consider him the worst man for not having wealth. Allison, who became his wife, even felt that Atlas was very pitiful. But with his martial and medical skills, he turns the circumstances around him on his side, he gets a lot of help from great people until something closed in the past opens up. It is …. An extraordinary figure that would never have occurred to those who belittled him.

In his first life, Maximilian lost everything after falling prey to a cruel plot by those he thought were allies before ultimately dying at the hands of the woman he loved the most. That was supposed to be the end for him, however, fate seemed to have other plans as he awoke three years in the past, three years before he lost everything. Given a second chance to make everything right, Maximilian makes a solemn promise; to those that wronged him, he would surely get his pound of flesh and this time, there would be no losses.

In the ruins of a post-apocalyptic world where bloodline is destiny, Mo Fan is a "trash" student with a talent so low he’s destined for the scrap heap. But when he awakens a god-tier Extraction System, the rules of the jungle change forever. ​With a single touch, he can strip the gifts of geniuses and the strength of high-level beasts. No longer a victim of fate, Mo Fan begins his meteoric rise, turning the corpses of his enemies into the stepping stones of his legend. The hunt has begun, and in a world where only the strong survive, he’s about to become the ultimate predator. [Extract the beast’s attributes?] [Yes or No] [Yes]

Xander woke up in a cultivation world as Yuan, a talentless outer disciple. Beaten half to death, stuck at the lowest realm and one step away from becoming a nameless corpse. In this world, strength decided everything. And he had none. So he chose a path no one respected. Alchemy.

Getting backstabbed and betrayed, Angus is thrown over the rooftop by his own brother. When he thought his life probably ended, he finds himself reincarnated as Idris Beaufort who's not only weak, cursed but also severally sick. In this life, he vows to grow stronger, make those suffer who bullied him and his family, take what is supposed to be his and show the world who is the true King. Can someone as weak as Idris can overcome all the difficulties and rise to the top?

In a world where healers command nations, a broken apprentice hides the power to heal the soul itself. Betrayed, humiliated, and cast out, Erynd Varell wanders forgotten, until a dying stranger’s final breath awakens a divine force within him. As miracles follow his footsteps, whispers spread: a nameless healer who defies death itself. But the closer Erynd comes to the truth of his gift, the closer the gods draw their blades. Because what he’s healing… was never meant to be whole again.

Death is just the beginning for David. Beautiful women are his only goal, and getting pulled into the Harem Multiverse challenge might be the best thing that ever happened to him... or the worst. His second chance at life won't be any easier with a system that hates him. But he's a lucky bastard. What can possibly go wrong? Join me on Discord for character art and chats: https://discord.gg/EfgNv8ru2z

The Numenorian Empire. A land ruled by a handful of individuals with the power to harness the elements and push their bodies to its utmost fighting potential. For eons it has enjoyed its place at the top of the food chain; the Imperial Numerators working hard to maintain Emperor Babbage's rule against both internal and external forces. In the Empire's hubris, they pushed the Denominators, the ones gifted with an affinity for smithing and the power to bestow enchantments, to their utmost limit...All while treating them like the dirt off their heel.Numerators gloated their superiority, often at their partner Denominator's expense as the former used the latter for all sorts of things. Live target practice, general punching bags, others even abused their partners to the point of driving them to suicide. It was a system that fostered superiority in firepower and physical prowess, one that's all too common in such a medieval setting.Enter then 24-year-old Crimson.Having been reincarnated against her will, she'll have to do her best to make the most of the bad hand dealt to her by fate. Born not as a powerful Numerator capable of wielding the elements themselves, but instead with the skillset befitting of a lowly Denominator, the former unemployed medical graduate will struggle not only against the growing unrest within the Empire but also with her own acquired neuroses and fluctuating teenage hormones.It's hard enough being a modern woman in a backwater world, it's even more insufferable when you know you can make a difference. Armed with only her vast amounts of random knowledge and gameplay-molded logic, Crimson will try to mold the world around her in her own modern standards. It should be easy, right?Too bad she never finished her engineering degree.

A programmer and toy designer is killed due to a cosmic sysAdmin error. As an apology, his soul is sent to another world, a world functioning very much like a typical Japanese RPG. To his delight, he is able to be reborn as 'automata', a robot, with some cheat abilities that fit right in with his background. Unfortunately, automata are seen as tools and property. Follow him as he proves them wrong and builds a new and better future for all automata.

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...